Flash Serial: The New Canvas ~ Part 6

The writing below is part of a serial piece of erotic fiction. You may wish to start at the beginning, here.

She sat in his driveway. With her hands on her thighs Alexandra collected the parts of herself shattered and scattered by the evening’s session. Her body hummed with endorphins, her skin shimmered with residual sensation. It took everything she had to resist the temptation to climb out of the car and go back.

The drive home passed in a blur. One moment she lingered with her hands gripping the steering wheel the next she struggled to fit the key in her door’s deadbolt. Her phone was ringing when she stumbled through the door. “Hello?”

“Alexandra.” Victor’s voice cut through the fog, a beam of clarity for her to focus on.

“I’m here.” She didn’t recognize her own speech, the words breathless and faint. She swayed on her feet.

“Lock your door, Alex, and go to bed.” He spoke with a firm gentleness that reminded her of his hands on her skin.

“I’m not sure how I got home.” Alexandra drifted down the hall, her fingers dragging against the chairrail.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. Bed, Alex.”

She pushed through her bedroom door and blinked at the dim glow of her dressing table lamp. A shiver traced her spine. With the phone cradled against her ear she dropped her skirt to the floor. She tugged her top loose, letting it flutter away.

“Alexandra?” His voice pulled her awareness back from where it had floated and she stared into the mirror. Her nipples were taut, her skin flushed. Victor’s evening of work saw the tail around her ankle and up her calf filled in with jade and emerald hues that faded away. It was as if she’d stepped in ink and the dragon wicked up color.